Tangled Up

Release me from these bare naked branches I’m tangled up in                                                  Because soon the woeful night will encroach wantonly upon my sin

The bark punishes my ass like a whip from the master I serve, with pleasure                          I reach for the comfort of the last lonely leaf to cover my pu**y, his treasure

But it crackles quickly in my soft hand and the only hope to hide me fades…                        Another lover I see coming over the hill runs to me and stares at my Jade

Burning eyes filled with lust he climbs up the tree taking advantage of me.


I’m so sad I’m afraid my broken heart will fail. And to know you’ll find another girl- makes me want to be impaled. I can’t believe I lost you again… Poet, you have to stop, talking to myself…

You can’t continue to think about this

Or you will drown in your own tears.

What’s the answer? Where’s the relief?

There is no recourse for grief.

Daily Prompt: Sting

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These broken wings smartly sting but if you listen closely they also sing

Songs of sadness, songs of loss, songs that prevent me from paying the cost

It must be paid! Wisdom cries out, searching for someone to take the blame.

But I have suffered, I’ve been alone. What more do you want- to share in my shame?

via Daily Prompt: Sting

Ramblings of the Lost

At this moment I feel as if I’m being catapulted through a long, dark subway tunnel except I’m not on a subway car.  Strange, because, I’ve never even seen a subway. I am on my own again.

There’s this invisible force pushing my body and at the same time pulling me away from everything familiar. Am I destined to be alone for the rest of my life? What’s my next step?

I thought my job was going to be working at being a better wife and friend. Apparently, that’s not going to happen. I’m tired of being rejected. Going around the same mountain is completely pointless so why am I doing it? This brings me to the most basic question.

What is left to live for?

Inner Monologue

Why am I not good enough? I don’t understand. Except, there’s this. I’m not thin. I’m not smart. I don’t reach for your hand. I stare at your mouth and then look away- remembering every day. I’m a stupid bitch and a selfish little thing. I can’t please you, why do I try? Everything I say and do you say you see the truth. My reality is different and I think you know the rouse. No matter though, this whole languid Greek tragedy is over.

Out the Window

I’m looking for myself today because I’m all alone* I glance out the window and think of my former home *Where have I gone, What have I done, I bend down and pick up a stone*He’s rejected me again, I’m pulling out my hair, will I ever learn? *The rain begins to fall and tempers start to flare*The sound of anger in his voice and his callous stare just breaks my heart and brings me tears*I’m looking for myself today, as he decided not to love me, and is no longer here.

Lost Daisy


I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up

I was in a good place the other day but now I’m drifting away- too far, too much

As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it’s being torn out

The bpd is getting the best of me driving people I love away- even after he took me back

What kind of a fool am I that my mind torments me so as indelicacy grips my ribs and won’t let go

Will I survive another day to endure more of myself or at least what is left of this mad hat sanity

I am somewhere else not where I am and lost in this daisy atmosphere.